Ver would come not long after the disappearance of Marigold was discovered, hackles raised as she led her way through the swamp paws sinking into the mud which itched at her healing nails. It hurt horrible, she was in pain but that didn't stop her or make her hesitate for even a moment her clanmates life was on the line and no longer was she going to plan and wait for things to get better or rely on others to do what had to be done. But there was so much more to this, something that incited a deep concern in the Queen more so than captures before (which wasn't to discredit Thea or Lemonlaw she had actively done all she could for them) it was the scent of a would-be apprentice that sent her reeling that curled trepidation and a burning curiosity in her veins.
She would find this out, she would get him back and maybe she could get Twisty back as well. There had to be a lie somewhere, had to be some sick joke playing in her ears or deceit wrapped around the dead child's eyes. She assumed many things but didn't even consider Twistedpaw serving here by her own decision and wills.
She would come to the border before letting out her ghastly howl into the marshes, a sound that resonated hugh into the night sky lonesome and unjoined. It was just her for now, just the Queen unless any of her companions came to her beck and call (she couldn't expect them to) they had a camp to protect and she would prefer they keep an eye on Sangria, Carmenere and the rest of the children before running hastily into enemy territory like she did. She would say nothing make no wild or violent words for now, she would save them until someone worth note arrived.
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